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Post by Lugnut on Aug 15, 2010 9:00:08 GMT -5
"NO, YOU FOOL! HIS LIMBS COME OFF! IT'S A TRAP!" The Krusher roars at the top of his voice, his main optic focussed on the ring, though it might get drowned out by the roar of the crowd.
But his side optics never stop looking at Swindle. //And risk the wrath of Shockwave? No, that seems unwise. But if you have anything else that will be worthy for the Wrath of Megatron, I shall take! Just name your price.//
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Dai-Janku
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Post by Dai-Janku on Aug 16, 2010 19:49:07 GMT -5
Dai-Janku grabs his arm, and wrenches it back into place...not the best, but it'll do! He can move it, so that's good enough!
And since that arm's beat up already, it won't be much of a loss to go for broke!
"You'd better be pissing yourself!" the Junkion yells, drawing the damaged arm back - the joints of his hand open, and plasma starts to vent from his hand, and the forearm vent. To the bystanders, it looks like Dai-Janku's forearm has caught fire. "Burn, in the name of justice! Smash everything into atoms!" Dai-Janku charges at Earthcraze, aided by his back jets! Once he draws close, he throws a mighty flaming haymaker! "BIIIIG BAAAANG PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!"
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 16, 2010 20:06:12 GMT -5
"Wonderful! Great talking with you! I'll go look for this Glum'non fellow, then," Swindle replies, raising his glass to the departing Nathan and heading off in search of Glum'non.
//We definitely don't want to risk the wrath of Shockwave,// transmits Swindle, victim of Pavlovian conditioning. //Let's see, the big problem with Junkions is they put themselves back together. You want to stop them from doing that. I've got a pair of sonic wave emitters that we could fit on your claws. They're tuned to vibrate apart metal on the molecular level. Every time you hit him it'd do a bit of damage he couldn't slap back together. Of course, in the interest of full disclosure, I have to inform you that since you lack the proper shielding, there'll be a bit of backlash on you as well. Of course, you ought to be made from better metal than a Junkion, so it's not a problem right?
I'd want, say, half your total winnings from the fight ring in exchange for the rental.//
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 16, 2010 22:19:29 GMT -5
Earthcraze is knocked backwards and off her feet by Dai-Janku's flaming punch of justice! She bounces once, twice, then lands in a heap, half her face-plate knocked off, and her head visibly hanging loose from her body. She groans and starts to get back up... then her head falls off entirely, and her body falls on top of it.
"And the winner... the challenger, Firebo- I mean, Dai-Janku!" shouts the announcer from his booth. "Earthcraze's remains will be sent to her family," but isn't she repairable? "while Dai-Janku moves up in the bracket. But don't go anywhere, folks, because we're just getting started!"
There's a pause as a crew heads in to pick up and cart off Earthcraze's remains. It seems that the Junkion is expected to make his own way out.
The Quintesson, Mara-Al-Badur, tilts her head, and one tentacle comes up to rub the front-facing chin throughtfully.
The combatants and their managers seem to have a reserved seating area, though there's some rank-based pecking order. If Swindle wants to find the manager for an arena veteran, that might be a good place to start.
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 17, 2010 9:04:37 GMT -5
//No, I must have something better! That is too much of a risk! I can not afford to have them backfire on me, just as I am about to deliver the final decisive blow!// Lugnut is genre savvy, who knew? //I need something that will blow him up, or cut him into so many pieces that only the Glooorious Megatron's divine will can save him!//
Ahhh, Swindle will never change, will he? //HALF?! For that I expect service! Something that will guarantee my victory! You can get 40%!// The Krusher is about to rant a little more, when he cries out in anger along with some in the crowd as Dai-Janku seals his victory, barely resisting the urge to pick up the guy in the seat next to his and toss him toward the nearest concrete pillar.
//Give me the best of what you have, Swindle, and you will get 60%!// Of course, the best being what is allowed under the rules here. As much as Lugnut would love to use a nuke on Dai-Janku, people would probably frown on that.
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Dai-Janku
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Post by Dai-Janku on Aug 17, 2010 16:26:55 GMT -5
Dai-Janku is ...well, rather surprised by the degree of success his punch had. However, His hand is a mushed mess of searing hot metal now, so the break will be appreciated to conduct repairs on himself.
"...remains? The hell? I only knocked her head off!" The Junkion is a bit confused by this. He intends to investigate, but will more than likely be distracted by something before he sees Nathan again, and forget. So for now, he's heading off into an exit area, pulling the damaged arm off and replacing it with a smaller one used for repairs from subspace.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 17, 2010 22:31:57 GMT -5
Cha-ching! //Oh, well for 60% you have options!// transmits Swindle. //I can give you hydraulic compressors to enhance your strength, micropoint graviton charges to increase the density of your servos when you hit, and let's not forget entropy generators. Guaranteed to mess his limbs up too badly to reattach. Of course, if you want all of that, you'd owe me 60% plus an unspecified favor at a later date.//
The merchant strolls over to the reserved area, approaching an usher and slipping a five-shanix coin into his palm, keeping a finger on it to make sure he gets his money's worth. "Which one of these guys is Glum'non?"
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 18, 2010 20:31:11 GMT -5
"Next up," continues the announcer as Dai-Janku leaves the pit, "another first timer challenger! Put your hands together for the Kaon Krusher! While he finally end Storm Seraph's winning streak, or will he find himself crushed by the tidal wave!"
A large blue creature, one with aquatic features, large green eyes, and large, razor sharp fins on its head and arms steps into the arena, while pits in the floor slide aside, revealing pools of what might be particularly polluted water, or might be something worse.
The usher looks rather startled as the coin is slipped into his palm. Truth is, he'd have pointed out Glum'non for free, but he won't say that now!
He nods his head towards a heavily built alien with yellowish skin, a very bony facial structure, and a business suit in rich purple who's sitting back with his feet propped up on the back of the seat in front of him, talking loudly and rudely on a handheld comm device to someone on the other end. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Listen, babes, I'm going to level with you - I don't get him in a high profile fight soon, we're going to have problems. Yeah, yeah, I know he's past his prime, you know he's past his prime, but he's still got a few good fights, and he's a guaranteed money draw, so... whaddaya say?"
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 19, 2010 8:31:53 GMT -5
//Yes! Yes, I will take those! That Junkion will meet his doom today, in the name of the Glorious Megatron!// The Krusher is not the cackling type, but he still comes damn close to it. Instead he watches Dai-Janku leave, growling as he 'grins', saying "In the name of the Magnificent Megatron, you shall meet your end today, Dai-Janku!"
Oh, what's this? It's his turn? Perfect, he needs to vent some of that anger he feels towards the Junkion. Lugnut gets up out of his seat and clutches his hammer in one hand, walking to the edge of the ring before thrusting his weapon as high as he can.
The weapons' boosters and the thrusters on his feet activate, propelling the Decepticon into the air, but before he hits the ceiling he deactivates them again, crashing down into the ring with a massive THUD, landing perfectly in a kneeling position, on the opposite side of where Seraph is. It's all about the first impressions, so the Krusher stands up and roars at the crowd, clutching his hammer with both hands and raising it above his head, turning around so everyone could get a good look at him, slamming the butt of his weapon down onto the ground as he points at the aquatic being with his free hand.
"You shall meet your end today, puny organic fool! So sayeth the Kaon Krusher! May our combat and your death be glorious!" While he taunts his opponent, his side optics take in the arena, noticing the liquid. Interesting. It limits his fighting range, giving Storm Seraph the advantage, but it will be fun to try and find out if he can make the being drown in it! If not, well, he'll just beat it to a bloody pulp, that'll work as well.
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Post by Dai-Janku on Aug 19, 2010 13:28:30 GMT -5
It isn't until Lugnut hits the ground and causes a small tremor that Dai-Janku's attention turns behind him, and he notes that rather familiar voice, and the build of this 'Kaon Krusher'.
Oh, him. The Junkion frowns at this, but for now he's off to repair his injuries in the stands.
----- OOC: Skippable.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 19, 2010 23:40:57 GMT -5
//Great! Just meet me before your match with the Junkion and we'll do a quick installation.//
Swindle strides over to Glum'non like he owns the place, leaning over to place an arm on the back of the big alien's chair. "Tell the sucker on the other end you've got another call. I just brought you the match you're looking for. Psychotic killer, guaranteed to put on a good show with your boy. I pitch in with the advertising and the purse, big exhibition match, whaddaya say?" he offers. If Glum'non ignores him he'll flip closed or otherwise deactivate the comm device.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 20, 2010 18:25:24 GMT -5
"Like all newcomers, you're all talk," sneers Storm Seraph with disdain before he bolts across the pit floor. Then he leaps into the air and gracefully dives into one of the muck-pools. For a moment, a half second, no more, he's out of sight. Then, without warning, he rises from the muck-pool nearest Lugnut on a column of noxious liquid before gesturing towards Lugnut, sending a spray of the stuff towards his opponent.
Glum'non tilts his head back enough to look at Swindle with a frown. Then he returns to his comm device and says smoothly, "One moment. There's a gnat that must be swatted." He closes the comm unit and glances back at Swindle.
"Talk quickly."
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 20, 2010 19:32:52 GMT -5
"They did not have the fury of Megatron driving them!" He snaps before rushing to meet his opponent dead on, hammer raised high...But ah, it would seem that he is yet another coward that relies on tricks! The Krusher looks around, growling, but his side optics tip him off. He turns to face Seraph, opening fire with the turrets on his chest before the corrosive liquid hits him.
Lugnut growls as he backs off a little, hearing the hissing of the acid(?) as it eats through his armor. But then he turns to face the aquatic again, a victorious look in his optic as the liquid had only managed to eat through some of his paint and an inch into his metal. "You fool! I am the Kaon Krusher! The Champion of Megatron! And you, are NOTHING!" He roars and activates his thrusters, flying toward Seraph, bringing his hammer around so he could smash the aquatic right out of that torrent of water.
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Post by Swindle on Aug 24, 2010 18:26:52 GMT -5
Sorry! I totally missed that I was up in here!
Swindle is good at talking quickly. It's on his character sheet and everything. "Pretty sure I just did, but I'll go ahead and recap for you. You're having trouble finding a worthy opponent for your client. I've got one, and I'm putting up the prize money and the handling the advertising. You're getting exactly what you need handed to you on a silver platter and all you have to do is say yes." The jeepformer slides smoothly into the seat next to Glum'non. "You can't even pretend you're not loving this deal."
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 24, 2010 20:42:43 GMT -5
Storm crosses his arms in front of him as Lugnut opens fire on the creature. Water sprays up around him, slowing the blasts. Holes still form in his bony fin-arms, but they appear to be healing quickly. However, he's slammed with the hammer in the right shoulder and smashed out of the stream of water. When he lands with a thump that shoulder is smashed out of shape, and not only does it not immediately begin healing, but now that he's out of the water stream, the bullet holes have stopped as well.
Still, he pulls himself to his feet and snarls. "I care not for your faith," he growls as he leaps back towards the stream of water, but in a path that should carry him close enough to Lugnut to slash at the Decepticon with his boned arm ridges.
Glum'nom rubs his chin thoughtfully. "The prize money is immaterial. My man's reputation can only suffer in battling a nobody. Even if he wins against such an unproven opponent, they'll say we dug up some weakling for him to pound into out of desperation."
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